There is a memory between one moment and the next; a memory that no amount of posing or smiling for the camera will ever reveal. It is in those moments that we are most real, most vulnerable, most beautiful, most ourselves.
I’m a native Californian. I was born and raised in the Bay Area and I’m pleased to call it home still. I am part of a large and loving family, some of whom I grew up with, most of whom I’ve met along the way. I live in Oakland with my wife, the world's greatest dog, and a bewildering number of cats, and we try to create a home that is warm and open to whomever happens to be passing through town or needs some time away. I am passionate about the people in my life and the work I do each day.
This is the closest thing I have to a philosophy of living.
This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. — Walt Whitman